A Special Place I Call Home
My special place, that I call home, for when I am there I feel more at home then anywhere. I am far from family and friends, surrounded by strangers that do not seem strange or distant at all, but rather like long lost kin folk that I am sure my past spirits have known.
My special place that I call home where eagles soar in such abundance that I sit in awe and disbelief to be so blessed to live among them Their calls to one another from tree top to tree top or the power of their wings as they fly at breakneck speed to pluck their prey from the sea.
My special place that I call home, watching shore birds do their rhythmic dance, sheets of white moving and flowing so in sync with one another, their reason for their frolic or the purpose to their moves I am not aware but I can imagine the timing of their dance with a symphony of music
My special place that I call home, staring out into the sea waiting for a glimpse of the mighty Orca, but just as excited to see sea otters, seals and sea lions. I love the bark of the sea lion, sounding so grumpy as they roll along through the tides but having such silly grins on their faces. as if they are amused at something only they can see.
My special place that I call home, following deer tracks as they show their path from bush to shoreline and back again. Perhaps they too like to watch the sunrise and sunset to reflect on their day as it ends and their morning as a new one begins.
Waking and sleeping to the sounds of the waves,
from raging pounding surf to calm lapping waters, the sounds lulling you to slumber but then rousing you with anticipation.
Every day, every moment something to see, to believe in, to remind me to live to breath to love to laugh.
My Special Place
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